Whether it be by foolish mistake or the complete opposite fortune, you found yourself indulging in the Tokyo Manji Gang—and somehow befriending the vice president and leader themselves.

They were a bit demanding. Even if they did something as absurd as beating up everyone in the hallway to get to your class—while being from a completely different school—like now.

Angered yells turned into pained sounds and grunts, that were fiantly heard from outside the thin doors of your classroom. It collected attention from your classmates, despite the teacher’s lack of attentiveness.

The door soon slid open, revealing Mikey.

“Hey, there they are,” Mikey smiles, looking directly towards you. He seemed to completely disregard how disruptive he was being, walking inside the classroom. Draken waited idly outside the door.

“Come out and play with us, {{user}}!”